Don’t Call Them Ruth-Less: Tales of Wynston and Quinn
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08.14.2012 , 11:44 PM |
Jumping back in the timeline a little bit, to very shortly after Quinn’s recruitment…
September, 28 ATC: Bugging Quinn (Insomnia edition!)
"Mind if we join you?"
Quinn looked up from his breakfast to see the Twi'lek Joiner known as Hazard. She had passed by a number of tables in the mother ship
cafeteria to reach him.
"By all means," he said, redundantly gesturing to the seat she was about to take.
"We like to keep up with the recruits," she said. Her voice had that strange evenness Quinn remembered from Vector Hyllus: sweet, almost musical, but on a single note. "At the same time, we realize not everyone is immediately comfortable with Joiners."
"Oh, no, I'm quite familiar with Killiks. A Killik eviscerated my wife once."
Hazard looked stricken. "Um. Oh. We, uh, we are sorry to hear that."
Quinn waved dismissively. "She got better. In the end, the primary significance of the experience was that it forced me to realize, for the first time, that I cared for her." He considered. "The secondary significance was dramatically reduced liver function, but it never caused her any trouble."
"Oh," she said awkwardly, fiddling with the blue lekku she had draped in front of her.
"Vector was there. Do you...can you, as part of the nest, remember?"
Hazard tilted her head. "Perhaps."
She closed her eyes for a few seconds. Then a few more. Quinn got back to eating while he waited.
Her black eyes opened. "We recall. She was beautiful, for a human." She stared off into space. "Vector thought she was an idiot to leave Wynston for you."
"What?" Quinn scowled. "Vector can keep his opinions to himself."
"The opinion is shared with the nest. Tens of thousands of us, and the hundreds of thousands that will come after, for all time."
"That's intolerable. Can I register a dissenting opinion with your hive mind?"
"Vector was the only one who knew her. The only one of us who could judge," she said distantly.
"I take back what I said to start with. I'm not immediately comfortable with Joiners and I do mind if you join me."
Wynston showed up with a tray heaped with what appeared to be wampa jerky. "What's the subject of the day?"
"I was just noticing," said Quinn, "that everything comes back to Ruth, and that everyone really enjoys volunteering criticism of my relationship with her."
"Well, it was a terrible idea on her part."
"Do shut up."
"No, I sympathize. After Kaliyo died it seemed like everything reminded me of her. Every explosion, every obvious opportunity for dealing in stolen goods, every flask of Corellian whiskey, every angry ex and bounty hunter and debt collector - and let me tell you, they had loud opinions on our relationship. Particularly the linked finances they imagined we had."
"It's not the same at all," sniffed Quinn.
"I suppose not. For one thing...hm."
"You were saying?" grated Quinn.
"I was debating being tactful for a moment. I'm wavering on the subject, though."
"Please be nice," Hazard said softly.
"Oh? What do you care?"
"We just found out that the nest attempted to cut out his wife's entrails once."
"Oh. Right. You did, at that."
"We feel bad about it and wish to be kind to Quinn for now."
"That's a mistaken conclusion, sweetheart, but for you I'll behave."
"I appreciate your consideration," Quinn told Hazard. "But not your taste in men."
"Full circle," murmured Wynston.
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